Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant with the weak and the wrong. Sometime in your life you will have been all of these.”Dr. Robert H. Goddard quotes
There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.”
Sophia Loren quotes (Italian film Actress, b.1934)
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
A PIECE
I’m joining those pieces,
Lost in d air of distrust.
When budding of the blossoms,
Fear of thorns arises.
Under shade of haven,
There is the ain-who directs me to be hell doven.
Adjacent of better hopes,
Still dawning in the dark,
Possessing the short story to recite…with title,
I’m joining those pieces,
Lost in the air of distrust.
When an instinctual phrase,
Found a compatibility in me,
I went alone to justify the torn legislation.
Vanishing the sun shine,
Holding the moisture,
Lending to the clouds of disbelief of thee.
I m not the one to trod,
Face the unseen sword.
I’m the one to feel blood with impulse,
I’m joining those pieces,
Lost in the air of distrust.
Lost in d air of distrust.
When budding of the blossoms,
Fear of thorns arises.
Under shade of haven,
There is the ain-who directs me to be hell doven.
Adjacent of better hopes,
Still dawning in the dark,
Possessing the short story to recite…with title,
I’m joining those pieces,
Lost in the air of distrust.
When an instinctual phrase,
Found a compatibility in me,
I went alone to justify the torn legislation.
Vanishing the sun shine,
Holding the moisture,
Lending to the clouds of disbelief of thee.
I m not the one to trod,
Face the unseen sword.
I’m the one to feel blood with impulse,
I’m joining those pieces,
Lost in the air of distrust.
-HARITHA SINGH
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
I KNOW I’M ‘THE ONE’
During the sunset,
When the blossoms are canvassing the truth away,
Spreading soothing scent of black magic,
I know then I’m the one.
Around the corner of discovery,
When the birds happily chirp there way,
Chilling breeze and endeavoring water passing by,
I know then I’m the one.
When a group of pals,
Engage with smiles,
Dashing revelations of unwanted miles,
Jealous talks and fashion street walks,
Waving bye to be alone,
I know then I’m the one.
Mirror’s reflecting green notes,
Lights glowing with precious stones,
Just light and the mirror play their games,
And then all fall tame.
After that when service to heart,
A strong bound is formed,
I know then I’m the one.
For what, whom, when and to all I can,
I pledge, plead and still stay.
With the ever narrowing lanes and self-moulding clay,
Standing upright near those evils,
Washing those tears,
Tearing the main pages of blames,
I identify the fighting flame,
I know then I’m the one.
When the blossoms are canvassing the truth away,
Spreading soothing scent of black magic,
I know then I’m the one.
Around the corner of discovery,
When the birds happily chirp there way,
Chilling breeze and endeavoring water passing by,
I know then I’m the one.
When a group of pals,
Engage with smiles,
Dashing revelations of unwanted miles,
Jealous talks and fashion street walks,
Waving bye to be alone,
I know then I’m the one.
Mirror’s reflecting green notes,
Lights glowing with precious stones,
Just light and the mirror play their games,
And then all fall tame.
After that when service to heart,
A strong bound is formed,
I know then I’m the one.
For what, whom, when and to all I can,
I pledge, plead and still stay.
With the ever narrowing lanes and self-moulding clay,
Standing upright near those evils,
Washing those tears,
Tearing the main pages of blames,
I identify the fighting flame,
I know then I’m the one.
-HARITHA SINGH
Thursday, February 18, 2010
SAVE TIGERS...
Just 1411 left.
Our national animal is fighting for its life.
From around 40,000 at the turn of the last century, there are just 1411 tigers left in India.
If we don’t act now, we could lose this part of our heritage forever.
Speak up, blog, share the concern, stay informed… Every little bit helps.
Aircel has partnered with WWF-India to help save our tigers. Explore the site to know how you can help.
Watch this space for updates from Stripey, the tiger cub.
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Friday, February 5, 2010
LETTER OF REJECTION
I searched an envelope to live in,
Gazing at those not so close heavenly stars,
Just willing to be one of all,
Helpful, loving and caring.
Work is done in the anonymous present,
I waved an adieu to them,
Adoring the time I spent,
And those cute smiles that still amend.
Tune and leaps of just glowing me,
Lifted the soul of mine being for me,
Moved towards one who,
Who can intrude my winged heart.
Pledge, ever since turned the song,
Prescribed as the caller tune of thee.
Memoirs written deeply in the stained sheet,
Inked by me called “for all”
Moonlight, sweet quotes,
Entering the crystallized red gem...
Tearing the rising curtains of dignity,
Further pouring light to shine of intimacy.
Ah! My light,
The sunny day playing its game on me,
No labyrinth for my crystal to glow,
Just a vivid wind dwarfing with a blow.
On the table an envelope of mine,
Torn, mudded, unsealed.
Allowing thousands of feelings entering it,
Untimely, uninvited and still regarded.
Again when air blew away the cover,
There fell a letter,
Inked from “all” to “for all”
Handwritten by those stars in heavenly region,
Subject –letter of rejection.
Gazing at those not so close heavenly stars,
Just willing to be one of all,
Helpful, loving and caring.
Work is done in the anonymous present,
I waved an adieu to them,
Adoring the time I spent,
And those cute smiles that still amend.
Tune and leaps of just glowing me,
Lifted the soul of mine being for me,
Moved towards one who,
Who can intrude my winged heart.
Pledge, ever since turned the song,
Prescribed as the caller tune of thee.
Memoirs written deeply in the stained sheet,
Inked by me called “for all”
Moonlight, sweet quotes,
Entering the crystallized red gem...
Tearing the rising curtains of dignity,
Further pouring light to shine of intimacy.
Ah! My light,
The sunny day playing its game on me,
No labyrinth for my crystal to glow,
Just a vivid wind dwarfing with a blow.
On the table an envelope of mine,
Torn, mudded, unsealed.
Allowing thousands of feelings entering it,
Untimely, uninvited and still regarded.
Again when air blew away the cover,
There fell a letter,
Inked from “all” to “for all”
Handwritten by those stars in heavenly region,
Subject –letter of rejection.
-HARITHA SINGH
Friday, December 25, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
SELF-BETRAYED
What to say when time lags,
For the eyes just to find,
One who says a word of comfort,
Or make your moods blend.
Of course there is light at the other end,
The ladder to climb to fulfill vision,
To enroll yourself to the dreams so kind,
And the attire of confidence to move and shine.
But a pending word of request from my heart,
Just clasp my wings to say its sorrow,
Pulling me back the love I ever gave,
And so, might be it didn’t pay.
Unclaimed burns and unsaid tears,
Just riveted towards me.
Smiles and hopes,
Nothing to express- have conked out.
How a flame of affection I threw,
So, much of confidence and futuristic tones,
Stood every sunny day and dark eve,
To make a safe dwelling for me and thee.
Blue sky and those inbuilt companionship,
Over there did I pour down my inbound strength?
Empowering words to thee,
And happy acceptance of loneliness for me.
Can’t talk phrases nor the history,
It’s somewhat new and yet not sustained.
A relation to share,
With truth, passion and thoughts to pair.
That’s what made a precious treasure,
Unexpectedly all stolen and left my heart swollen.
Now, the thieve and planner,
Has shadowed its way in me.
I have grown stronger for the world,
Yet weaker as an innocent heart.
Suggestions, pain killers and prayers,
Haven’t worked its magic in my blood.
Just caught the tune so late,
To leave me gravely lame.
Held my mind suppressing my beat,
And found myself dead…
With the tagged post mortem report- self betrayed.
For the eyes just to find,
One who says a word of comfort,
Or make your moods blend.
Of course there is light at the other end,
The ladder to climb to fulfill vision,
To enroll yourself to the dreams so kind,
And the attire of confidence to move and shine.
But a pending word of request from my heart,
Just clasp my wings to say its sorrow,
Pulling me back the love I ever gave,
And so, might be it didn’t pay.
Unclaimed burns and unsaid tears,
Just riveted towards me.
Smiles and hopes,
Nothing to express- have conked out.
How a flame of affection I threw,
So, much of confidence and futuristic tones,
Stood every sunny day and dark eve,
To make a safe dwelling for me and thee.
Blue sky and those inbuilt companionship,
Over there did I pour down my inbound strength?
Empowering words to thee,
And happy acceptance of loneliness for me.
Can’t talk phrases nor the history,
It’s somewhat new and yet not sustained.
A relation to share,
With truth, passion and thoughts to pair.
That’s what made a precious treasure,
Unexpectedly all stolen and left my heart swollen.
Now, the thieve and planner,
Has shadowed its way in me.
I have grown stronger for the world,
Yet weaker as an innocent heart.
Suggestions, pain killers and prayers,
Haven’t worked its magic in my blood.
Just caught the tune so late,
To leave me gravely lame.
Held my mind suppressing my beat,
And found myself dead…
With the tagged post mortem report- self betrayed.
-HARITHA SINGH
hey guys
hey ppl i know aftr long tym i have used my keyboard to flow my emotions..
went through a low mood and now just recovered...
so my poem aftr long i hope u guys like ..
do comment
went through a low mood and now just recovered...
so my poem aftr long i hope u guys like ..
do comment
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